Birdland (Live) Lyrics
| Song | Birdland (Live) |
| Artist | Patti Smith |
| Album | Horses |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kaye, Kral, Smith, Sohl | |
| His father died and left him a little farm in New England. | |
| All the long black funeral cars left the scene | |
| And the boy was just standing there alone | |
| Looking at the shiny red tractor | |
| Him and his daddy used to sit inside | |
| And circle the blue fields and grease the night. | |
| It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars | |
| 'Cause when he looked up they started to slip. | |
| Then he put his head in the crux of his arm | |
| And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship, | |
| Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it | |
| And saw his daddy 'hind the control board streamin' beads of light, | |
| He saw his daddy 'hind the control board, | |
| And he was very different tonight | |
| 'Cause he was not human, he was not human. | |
| And then the little boy's face lit up with such naked joy | |
| That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns, | |
| White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly | |
| And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight, | |
| No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven | |
| And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out, | |
| "No, daddy, don't leave me here alone, | |
| Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship, | |
| Let the ship slide open and I'll go inside of it | |
| Where you're not human, you are not human." | |
| But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm. | |
| Nobody there 'cept for the birds around the New England farm | |
| And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered | |
| And they were like compass grass coming together | |
| Into the head of a shaman bouquet | |
| Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting | |
| And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake | |
| Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck, | |
| All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said, | |
| "I won't give up, won't give up, don't let me give up, | |
| I won't give up, come here, let me go up fast, | |
| Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship | |
| And the ship slides open and I go inside of it where I am not human." | |
| I am helium raven and this movie is mine, | |
| So he cried out as he stretched the sky, | |
| Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this generation ? | |
| We'll just be dreaming of animation night and day | |
| And won't let up, won't let up and I see them coming in, | |
| Oh, I couldn't hear them before, but I hear 'em now, | |
| It's a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights | |
| Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them, | |
| And he put up his hands and he said, "It's me, it's me, | |
| I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up, | |
| I'm helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up, | |
| Don't let me here," the son, the sign, the cross, | |
| Like the shape of a tortured woman, | |
| The true shape of a tortured woman, | |
| The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons | |
| No longer presidents but prophets | |
| They're all dreaming they're gonna bear the prophet, | |
| He's gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation | |
| It's all gonna split his skull | |
| It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shining | |
| Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up | |
| Like light, like Mohammed Boxer | |
| Take them up up up up up up | |
| Oh, let's go up, up, take me up, I'll go up, | |
| I'm going up, I'm going up | |
| Take me up, I'm going up, I'll go up there | |
| Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up | |
| Up, up to the belly of a ship. | |
| Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it | |
| Where we are not human, we're not human. | |
| Well, there was sand, there were tiles, | |
| The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated | |
| Like a river of glass | |
| When it hardened he looked at the surface | |
| He saw his face | |
| And where there were eyes were just two white opals, | |
| Two white opals, | |
| Where there were eyes there were just two white opals | |
| And he looked up and the rays shot | |
| And he saw raven comin' in | |
| And he crawled on his back and he went up | |
| Up up up up up up | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| We like birdland. |
| zuo ci : Kaye, Kral, Smith, Sohl | |
| His father died and left him a little farm in New England. | |
| All the long black funeral cars left the scene | |
| And the boy was just standing there alone | |
| Looking at the shiny red tractor | |
| Him and his daddy used to sit inside | |
| And circle the blue fields and grease the night. | |
| It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars | |
| ' Cause when he looked up they started to slip. | |
| Then he put his head in the crux of his arm | |
| And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship, | |
| Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it | |
| And saw his daddy ' hind the control board streamin' beads of light, | |
| He saw his daddy ' hind the control board, | |
| And he was very different tonight | |
| ' Cause he was not human, he was not human. | |
| And then the little boy' s face lit up with such naked joy | |
| That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns, | |
| White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly | |
| And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight, | |
| No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven | |
| And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out, | |
| " No, daddy, don' t leave me here alone, | |
| Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship, | |
| Let the ship slide open and I' ll go inside of it | |
| Where you' re not human, you are not human." | |
| But nobody heard the boy' s cry of alarm. | |
| Nobody there ' cept for the birds around the New England farm | |
| And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered | |
| And they were like compass grass coming together | |
| Into the head of a shaman bouquet | |
| Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting | |
| And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake | |
| Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck, | |
| All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said, | |
| " I won' t give up, won' t give up, don' t let me give up, | |
| I won' t give up, come here, let me go up fast, | |
| Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship | |
| And the ship slides open and I go inside of it where I am not human." | |
| I am helium raven and this movie is mine, | |
| So he cried out as he stretched the sky, | |
| Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this generation ? | |
| We' ll just be dreaming of animation night and day | |
| And won' t let up, won' t let up and I see them coming in, | |
| Oh, I couldn' t hear them before, but I hear ' em now, | |
| It' s a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights | |
| Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them, | |
| And he put up his hands and he said, " It' s me, it' s me, | |
| I' ll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up, | |
| I' m helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up, | |
| Don' t let me here," the son, the sign, the cross, | |
| Like the shape of a tortured woman, | |
| The true shape of a tortured woman, | |
| The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons | |
| No longer presidents but prophets | |
| They' re all dreaming they' re gonna bear the prophet, | |
| He' s gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation | |
| It' s all gonna split his skull | |
| It' s gonna come out like a black bouquet shining | |
| Like a fist that' s gonna shoot them up | |
| Like light, like Mohammed Boxer | |
| Take them up up up up up up | |
| Oh, let' s go up, up, take me up, I' ll go up, | |
| I' m going up, I' m going up | |
| Take me up, I' m going up, I' ll go up there | |
| Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up | |
| Up, up to the belly of a ship. | |
| Let the ship slide open and we' ll go inside of it | |
| Where we are not human, we' re not human. | |
| Well, there was sand, there were tiles, | |
| The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated | |
| Like a river of glass | |
| When it hardened he looked at the surface | |
| He saw his face | |
| And where there were eyes were just two white opals, | |
| Two white opals, | |
| Where there were eyes there were just two white opals | |
| And he looked up and the rays shot | |
| And he saw raven comin' in | |
| And he crawled on his back and he went up | |
| Up up up up up up | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| We like birdland. |
| zuò cí : Kaye, Kral, Smith, Sohl | |
| His father died and left him a little farm in New England. | |
| All the long black funeral cars left the scene | |
| And the boy was just standing there alone | |
| Looking at the shiny red tractor | |
| Him and his daddy used to sit inside | |
| And circle the blue fields and grease the night. | |
| It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars | |
| ' Cause when he looked up they started to slip. | |
| Then he put his head in the crux of his arm | |
| And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship, | |
| Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it | |
| And saw his daddy ' hind the control board streamin' beads of light, | |
| He saw his daddy ' hind the control board, | |
| And he was very different tonight | |
| ' Cause he was not human, he was not human. | |
| And then the little boy' s face lit up with such naked joy | |
| That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns, | |
| White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly | |
| And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight, | |
| No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven | |
| And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out, | |
| " No, daddy, don' t leave me here alone, | |
| Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship, | |
| Let the ship slide open and I' ll go inside of it | |
| Where you' re not human, you are not human." | |
| But nobody heard the boy' s cry of alarm. | |
| Nobody there ' cept for the birds around the New England farm | |
| And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered | |
| And they were like compass grass coming together | |
| Into the head of a shaman bouquet | |
| Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting | |
| And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake | |
| Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck, | |
| All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said, | |
| " I won' t give up, won' t give up, don' t let me give up, | |
| I won' t give up, come here, let me go up fast, | |
| Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship | |
| And the ship slides open and I go inside of it where I am not human." | |
| I am helium raven and this movie is mine, | |
| So he cried out as he stretched the sky, | |
| Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this generation ? | |
| We' ll just be dreaming of animation night and day | |
| And won' t let up, won' t let up and I see them coming in, | |
| Oh, I couldn' t hear them before, but I hear ' em now, | |
| It' s a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights | |
| Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them, | |
| And he put up his hands and he said, " It' s me, it' s me, | |
| I' ll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up, | |
| I' m helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up, | |
| Don' t let me here," the son, the sign, the cross, | |
| Like the shape of a tortured woman, | |
| The true shape of a tortured woman, | |
| The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons | |
| No longer presidents but prophets | |
| They' re all dreaming they' re gonna bear the prophet, | |
| He' s gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation | |
| It' s all gonna split his skull | |
| It' s gonna come out like a black bouquet shining | |
| Like a fist that' s gonna shoot them up | |
| Like light, like Mohammed Boxer | |
| Take them up up up up up up | |
| Oh, let' s go up, up, take me up, I' ll go up, | |
| I' m going up, I' m going up | |
| Take me up, I' m going up, I' ll go up there | |
| Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up | |
| Up, up to the belly of a ship. | |
| Let the ship slide open and we' ll go inside of it | |
| Where we are not human, we' re not human. | |
| Well, there was sand, there were tiles, | |
| The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated | |
| Like a river of glass | |
| When it hardened he looked at the surface | |
| He saw his face | |
| And where there were eyes were just two white opals, | |
| Two white opals, | |
| Where there were eyes there were just two white opals | |
| And he looked up and the rays shot | |
| And he saw raven comin' in | |
| And he crawled on his back and he went up | |
| Up up up up up up | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, | |
| We like birdland. |
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